The Pirate Woman by A E Dingle Chapter 25 Page 6

Yet we cannot leave her there for the sharks, like a beast!”

Venner and Peters were already trying with boat-hooks to catch Dolores’s tunic. Pearse threw a line over the girl and drew her nearer and the hooks took hold. They drew her up the side with a care that amounted to reverence, for in her unconsciousness she was more beautiful than ever, her fine features molded in dead white, traced with fine blue veins; the grace of her form was that of a lovely sculpture now, lacking vitality, but possessing every line of perfection. The blow that had overtaken her had failed in its terrible threat to crush her.

“Lay her in the companionway on the lounge,” said Venner. He ran to the saloon and brought up wine. He bathed her temples and wrists with the liquor, and forced